It wasn\u2019t yet sunrise when they returned to the shelter of the main tent and the cookfire. Seamus shooed Marin away from the shelves of crockery and supplies as they came in from the cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll make the tea,\u201d he said. \u201cYou sit. You\u2019re pale as death.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sighed but settled in near the fire, shucking off her gloves and shrugging out of her jacket. \u201cAnd I imagine you know why. There must have been stories.\u201d<\/p>\n
He made a quiet noise in his throat. There had been legends, certainly, but he\u2019d never seen anything like her before. \u201cGifts take a toll,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMine\u2019s linked to something,\u201d she said with no small measure of conviction. \u201cI know it. I\u2019ve seen it. I just don\u2019t know what it is, Seamus.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what it is, either,\u201d he said as he started the water for their tea. \u201cBut I\u2019ll certainly do what I can to help you figure it out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think that\u2019s why we leave,\u201d she continued. \u201cWhy Thom and I go when we do, when we leave our son here and just…just vanish. I think we\u2019re looking for it<\/em> and I think we\u2019re looking for you<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor me?\u201d He turned toward her, blinking. Why would they be looking for me? Up until a few months ago, I was dead to everyone who loved me. How would they have thought to look? Why would they\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n She\u2019s a Seer, Seamus. Things don\u2019t need to make sense to be true.<\/em><\/p>\n He cursed under his breath and turned away. He could almost feel her eyes on his back, but she held her peace\u2014for now\u2014and waited.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he finally said. \u201cI shouldn\u2019t be so surprised, should I?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d like to imagine not,\u201d she said quietly.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s a legend,\u201d he said abruptly. \u201cAnd as much as I hate to think it, it may be about your son and my nephew, maybe even Tala\u2019s twins and little Angie. About what comes after the end\u2014the dawn.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re the hope,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d he said. \u201cYes, they are.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It wasn\u2019t yet sunrise when they returned to the shelter of the main tent and the cookfire. Seamus shooed Marin away from the shelves of crockery and supplies as they came in from the cold. \u201cI\u2019ll make the tea,\u201d he … Continue reading